An Honest Market Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India
An Honest Market
Open stalls
Morning light.
Price written
Clear and right.
Hands that weigh
do not hide.
Grain and labor
side by side.
No dark corners.
No hushed call.
No one trapped
behind a wall.
What is earned
reaches home.
No lost path.
No need to roam.
Trust is spoken
face to face.
Trade has
a human pace.
Sing it soft
Near and far.
peace can live
in a straight bazaar.
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